Obligatory Sad Posts

I could follow you to the beginning, just to relive the start & maybe then we'll remember to slow down at all of our favorite parts. -Paramore

That was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle—it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act of self-preservation. 

That was the worst thing about having a relationship with someone, even a pretend relationship. You opened up, let someone in, and when it was over, they had all the ammunition they needed to completely destroy you.

1901 - Birdy

Counting all different ideas driftin' away

Past and present they don't matter, not if you just sort it out

Watch her moving in elliptical pattern

Think it's not what you say, what you say is way too complicated

For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out

It's twenty seconds 'til the last call

Going hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

By now, you know it's easy

Like we did it all summer long

And I'll be anything you ask and more

Going hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

It's not a miracle we needed

No, I wouldn't let you think so

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Girlfriend, oh, your girlfriend's drifting away

Past and present, 1855, 1901

Watch them build up a material tower

Think it's not gonna stay, anyway, think it's overrated

For a minute thought I couldn't tell how to fall out

It's twenty seconds to the last call

Going hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Lie down, you know it's easy

Like we did it two summer long

And I'll be anything you ask and more

Going hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

It's not a miracle we needed

No, I wouldn't let you think so

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it

“December 8, 2007

I miss you, John. 27 years later, I still wish I could turn back the clock to the Summer of 1980. I remember everything – sharing our morning coffee, walking in the park together on a beautiful day, and seeing your hand stretched to mine – holding it, reassuring me that I shouldn’t worry about anything because our life was good.

I had no idea that life was about to teach me the toughest lesson of all. I learned the intense pain of losing a loved one suddenly, without warning, and without having the time for a final hug and the chance to say, “I love you,” for the last time. The pain and shock of that sudden loss is with me every moment of every day. When I touched John’s side of our bed on the night of December 8th, 1980, I realized that it was still warm. That moment has haunted me for the past 27 years – and will stay with me forever.”